Chapter 451: Sparing Your Life Is Easy
It's over... It's all over...
Obito and the others haven't returned yet; they can't help us in time.
The Hidden Mist Village's defenses were like paper before Sasuke with his Mangekyo Sharingan activated, and in this possessed state, let alone fighting back, even escaping was a problem.
With his own pathetic power, which could only rely on attachment and scheming, how could he escape from these two fiends?
Furthermore, how could he protect this precious body belonging to Uchiha Itachi that he had worked so hard to obtain?
Black Zetsu's face was filled with undisguised despair.
It was a sense of powerlessness and fear when plans completely collapsed, trump cards were lost, and one faced the crushing weight of absolute power.
In the midst of despair, the instinct to survive drove him to make an attempt that even he found absurd and ridiculous.
Black Zetsu controlled Itachi's body, squeezing out a stiff smile that was extremely forced and carried a hint of pleading, and said to the murderous Sasuke at the door:
"Uchiha Sasuke... can... can we reconcile?"
Sasuke acted as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world; he tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth under his conical hat curled into a mocking arc.
"Huh?"
He let out a short, disdainful scoff, "You must be joking!"
Before the words had even faded, he suddenly raised the blood-dripping ninja sword in his hand, pointing the blade directly at Black Zetsu inside the office.
Cold Killing Intent spread like a physical substance, completely shredding the ridiculous word "reconcile."
"Sparing your life is easy; resurrect Uchiha Itachi and let me kill him first!"
The next second, Sasuke's figure, carrying peerless Killing Intent, rushed toward Black Zetsu like an arrow released from a bow!
Shino's Main Body silently poked his head out from the window, blocking the route Black Zetsu might use to escape.
Reconcile?
That doesn't exist.
Only reckoning, only taking back, only complete destruction!
"Actually, Itachi is not dead!"
Black Zetsu retreated two steps in a hurry, its voice becoming shrill with fear, "If you kill me now, it means killing him too! His consciousness is still sleeping inside this body!"
It tried to use this information as a final bargaining chip. At the same time, a strange smile appeared on its half-black, half-white face: "Besides, you might not even be able to kill me. My Main Body is liquid; as you are now, you really might not be able to kill me."
It was speaking the truth.
As a product of Ōtsutsuki Kaguya's will, Black Zetsu was essentially a creation of Yin-Yang Release, and it was difficult to completely eliminate it with ordinary physical attacks.
However, these words were like a spark falling into an oil barrel.
"Itachi isn't dead?"
Sasuke's rushing figure suddenly paused, but in those scarlet Sharingan, an unprecedented brilliance erupted.
It was not a light of pleasant surprise, but a terrifying radiance mixed with ecstasy, hatred, and extreme obsession.
"There's such a good thing?"
This sentence was squeezed out from between Sasuke's teeth, carrying a chilling excitement.
What did this mean?
It meant he could personally—let Itachi experience the pain he had inflicted on their father and mother back then.
This thought gnawed at Sasuke's heart like a viper, making his breath become scorching hot.
The hatred accumulated over many years, the pain of losing everything, and the anger at his own weakness found the perfect outlet at this moment.
The sword light was like lightning.
Sasuke's figure was fast to the extreme; almost the instant the words "good thing" fell, he had already crossed the distance of several meters and appeared in front of "Itachi."
He did not hesitate in the slightest, with no doubt whatsoever.
The ninja sword in his hand, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, fiercely—
—plunged into Itachi's chest!
"Puchi!"
The dull sound of the blade entering flesh was exceptionally clear in the silent office.
The blade pierced through the Akatsuki Organization's red cloud robe, broke the skin, sliced through the muscle, and finally sank deep into the heart area.
Warm blood gushed out along the blood groove on the blade, quickly staining the lapels of the robe red.
The "Itachi" body controlled by Black Zetsu stiffened suddenly; those originally dead eyes widened abruptly, and its face was a mix of unbelievable shock and the distortion brought by severe pain.
It hadn't expected Sasuke to be so decisive, so... ruthless. Not for salvation, but for revenge.
Sasuke's face was close at hand; he could clearly see every trace of pain on "Big Brother's" face. With the other's gradually dilating pupils reflected in his Sharingan, the corners of Sasuke's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a nearly maniacal, satisfied sneer.
"Feel it, Itachi..."
He whispered, his voice ice-cold and bone-chilling,
"This is... what it feels like to be killed."
He had waited too, too long for this moment.
Something is wrong, this feeling is very wrong.
Oh no, I've been caught in a Genjutsu!
When the sword pierced into Itachi's body, Sasuke realized something was wrong. Itachi's Mangekyo Ocular Power was inferior to Sasuke's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, but Sasuke quickly discovered the flaw and could also break through this layer of illusion.
"You've grown up, Sasuke."
Just at the moment the blade fully sank into his chest, a deep and gentle voice, completely different from Black Zetsu's twisted and hoarse tone, was softly uttered from "Itachi's" mouth.
As if a frozen lake had suddenly cracked, inside the dead shell, that long-suppressed Soul, in a final flash of life before the end, finally briefly regained control of the body.
Uchiha Itachi, or rather, the part of consciousness that truly belonged to Itachi at this moment, lifted his eyes.
Those eyes, which were always deep and brooding, were now exceptionally clear, even carrying a hint of... relieved calmness.
He looked at his younger brother, who was close at hand with a ferocious face full of vengeful delight, and actually smiled slightly, gently.
There was no resentment or anger in that smile, only a complex emotion that was bottomless.
Perhaps it held gratification, apology, regret, and the relief of finally being able to face his brother's blade.
"However," Itachi's smile still hung on the corners of his mouth, "there is also a gap between Mangekyo."
The moment the words faded, a sudden change occurred!
"Tsukuyomi!"
Itachi's eyes, which had originally appeared hollow due to Black Zetsu's control, instantly transformed into the scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan pattern.
Hum—
In the vision of Sasuke, Shino, and even Black Zetsu, a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan appeared.
Then, the Mizukage office and a man sitting behind the desk appeared.
"Finally awake? Kid."
It was Indra!
"You are too impatient."
Indra's voice carried a lecturing tone, "Have you not even realized that you had already entered a Genjutsu? From the moment you stepped into this room, everything you saw and felt had already been interfered with."
"That fool who thought it was controlling Uchiha Itachi,"
Indra's tone was full of disdain, "It had been trapped in a more advanced Genjutsu from the very beginning; it was controlling a Clone your brother left behind, thinking it was your brother's Main Body. It thought it was controlling Itachi, but in reality, it was only controlling an empty shell, a decoy. The real Itachi was right beside it, laughing at this guy's smugness."
"However," Indra's voice became serious, "your brother's real physical condition is indeed very bad; I'm afraid... he is not far from the end of his life."
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